Novelists, poets, tend to be hopeless romantics only capable of writing romance once we find our hope.
Gosh, I know, my dear friends, some time has passed since my last love note.
Reduce your worry, for love is soon to burst from my pen more inspiring than ever before.
In my efforts to be exuberant yet patient, I will briefly describe this woman I adore.
Her smile makes you forget you’ve cried, her strength strikes in you, weakness, life with her makes you question if you’ve ever lived.
The view is difficult to describe, I am watching a thief steal something I am yearning to give.
She’s a reminder that God in a relationship makes heaven the ceiling.
For those who have missed the love in my scripts, she is restoring the feeling.